My name is Raven. I only let people close to me give me nicknames. I have a complicated relationship with them because people at school used to bully me by contorting my name into something horrible.
My boyfriend and I call each other “fren” because it’s short, gender neutral, and cute but not too mushy. He sometimes calls me “ray” or “wren” but mostly just “fren.” It’s reached a point where we rarely say each other’s actual names. I only say his name when I’m angry or having a moment (i.e. “I love you, [actual name].”).
Family members just call me Raven. One of my friends used to call me “Edgar Allan Poe” because of the poem about the raven. Another friend used to call me “dad.” Nowadays, though, I’m just Raven to everyone except my boyfriend.